An oddly named poem about faith, who is right, and who has become quite wrong. |
-Whatcha Not To Do- by Keaton Foster Whatcha Not to do So screwed Sinners and fools Standing in for tools Machines hum along Turning out product Consumable ideas For the brain-dead masses A real vegetable stew We are all doomed Allahu Akbar Is on the right While heil Hitler Is on the left A few Jews and gentiles Are scattered about All of the Judeo Christians Are smack dab in the middle Uttering scripture Like it’s going outta style Saying this place This isle of Eden Was created for us alone Preposterous and then some We have no original ideas None of our solutions Are sustainable or remotely doable The conditions Consistently deplorable We have no resolutions Not a consistent one We act like we got it When what we have Is “it” least of all We are only sure Without question clear What should not be done Examples still ring true I mean come on How many times Does it take to learn a lesson How many times can we lose Destroying all that is love Replacing it with all that is hate A hate for not only each other But for all that is different Whatcha Not to do After destroying Most of our fellow kind Disease An impedance Bullets Certain quickness Faith Interpretative ridiculousness There is no one true God Not one that approves There is just us Fools turned Godlike Unto themselves Heretics in kind We are all so sure So right That this was for us And not any of those Jews, Gentiles, heretics in kind The ones to the right The ones to the left All someplace in between That when we pray We speak only for ourselves We condemn our enemy Because we are sure our God Is both right and righteous And that our prayers Out stump all others Whatcha Not to do Sure the words don’t flow The idea maybe a bit slow But like anything else The truth is hard When there is nothing left To keep you from seeing it… Whatcha Not To Do Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |